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Asta.
I owe you everything! You must never doubt that. No sacrifice has been too great for you
Allmers.
[Interrupting.] Oh, nonsense—sacrifice! Don't talk of such a thing.—I have only loved you, Asta, ever since you were a little child. [After a short pause.] And then it always seemed to me that I had so much injustice to make up to you for.
Asta.
[Astonished.] Injustice? You?
Allmers.
Not precisely on my own account. But
Asta.
[Eagerly.] But?
Allmers.
On father's.
Asta.
[Half rising from the bench.] On—father's! [Sitting down again.] What do you mean by that, Alfred?
Allmers.
Father was never really kind to you.
Asta.
[Vehemently.] Oh, don't say that!
